Open Poetry #42 |
Reverberations. |
Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
There is me, asleep in hotel sheets, stumbling wrapped in loneliness, drunken, slurring words that do not impress, press against me, in airports yawning deep beneath my winter coat bundled broken burning while he, he is still around holding up the picture frames, black and white these simple child games we played- but we're not in the car anymore, and he still won't let me drive And here, there's me falling from balconies, dreamspeech clutching glitter beads Waving fists in air "See? See? Someone around here wants me" I suggest, now, that the falseness of his pretenses is as stiff as the ironed shirt and tie hanging in the closet, while we argue tireless and stupid waiting for the ice to fall for some kind of a reprieve (get away from me) And see? There is me, asleep in your arms, new sheets movement has forgotten me, wrapped in you, contently. Left alone to dream. [My muse has a hangover.] [This message has been edited by Allysa (02-22-2008 08:14 PM).] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hmmm, so that's what I have to do to write something as edgy and interesting as this! I have to get my muse intoxicated! I'll see what I can do! This could prove to be very interesting! ~ or be disasterous! Linda |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed your thoughts ARCTIC WIND |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I am glad that your muse had a bit of free time. Wonderful poem and Linda is right .. it is edgy in the best way. Alison |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms allysa, enjoyed this visit to your thoughts |
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